THE BROKEN CHRISTALL, by ROBERT HERRICKPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
First Line: To fetch me wine my lucia went Last Line: So with a blush, beshrew'd the deed.
To Fetch me Wine my Lucia went, Bearing a Christall continent: But making haste, it came to passe, She brake in two the purer Glasse, Then smil'd, and sweetly chid her speed; So with a blush, beshrew'd the deed.